Calm days like these were such a nice breath of fresh air. Early in the year, nothing much going on. Winter crops had been planted by the farmers in the surrounding areas, people were not traveling around a great deal, so nothing much broke down and needed repairing. Life in the little village of Birch Brook was babbling along as calmly as the stream the village took its name from was babbling and burbling along.
Just outside of the small village, the scene was just as calm at the fairly sizeable garage named Fox Body Garage. It was run by a fox as well; a very pretty vixen as a matter of fact, who was pretty standard fox with her ruddy orange over white fur with a white tip to her bushy tail and near-black markings over her pointy ears, her lower legs and feet, and her lower arms and paws - although her slender fingers and round fuzzy toes were as white as the tip of her tail and the fur on her chest and tummy. Where she stood out was the clear blue color of her medium-length and rather unkempt hair, and the clear blue color of her skin, which showed most prominently on the firm, damp pad of her nose and on the insides of her large pointy ears, as well as the squishy pads under her toes and, on a day like today, on her plump-ish areolae surrounding a pair of small but perky nipples, and the slender inner labia of her sex, which were just as clear blue as the skin on her nose pad and inside her ears, and her eyes. And on a calm, quiet, lazy day like today, those more personal bits of her anatomy were just as much on display as the whole rest of her, as the quietude of the lazy day allowed her to lounge around in her favorite attire; her birthday suit.
This vixen bore the fancily-spelled name of Monique Winters. Born and raised in the small village of Birch Brook, she'd had the misfortune of having to accompany her stepmother to the huge city of Bunny Meadows after their farm had been sold when her father had died, but ever since that day, Monique had worked long and hard to get out of that enormous city and return to her home village where she was much more in place. Opportunity had lent a hand in the form of her uncle retiring and selling her his garage, which in the years that followed, Monique had made her own and built up into quite a successful enterprise. Between the huge city of Bunny Meadows and the large industrial city of Easton lay a trail of farms and farming communities and petite villages serving the surrounding farms, and for many of the farmers, Fox Body Garage was the place to go for repairs of good quality and often clever creativity.
But as said, early in the year, in the first couple of months, there was not much to do. It was the lull between the hard work in preparation for the winter, and the hard work in preparation for the spring. Only around March the work picked up again, when the first winter crops were ready for harvest and the first spring crops could be planted. It gave Monique a couple of months of quietude to lounge around and relax, and put more work towards her own projects - which she usually did in the nude. That had become such a recurring theme that her steady clients and visitors didn't even bat an eye at it anymore. All people in the southern half of Minnaluna were nudists anyway, and in the small communities and villages it was a purely natural way of going around and doing work.
Still, for someone as hard-working and active as Monique, the quiet period only held so much allure. She wasn't one to just sit around and do nothing for extended periods of time, she always just wanted to do something. Doing nothing was not what had brought her to the place she was at these days, so while she enjoyed the time off to relax a bit, she always looked for something to do - even if there was nothing to do.
Actually, there was something to do. There was a sizeable piece of land behind the garage that was part of the company grounds. Her uncle had used it mainly for storage; discarded farming equipment, broken down grain trucks and pickup trucks used for parts, the occasional project car. And there was an old building there as well. An extra workshop once upon a time, it had slowly turned into a storage building as well, filled with a variety of random items, bits and pieces of equipment, old tools and machinery, and boxes, crates, pails and bags full of small things.
That was something she could work on. Go through all that stuff, see what was there, see what was usable, see what could be scrapped, create a bit of order in the chaos and make it so that the building was actually accessible again and could possibly be used for something more productive than just holding junk. And who knows what she might find in there, what her uncle had collected over the years and stuffed in that building and subsequently forgotten about. Yeah, that was a good idea.
First, a bit of preparation. As quiet as it was, her garage was still open for business, and should show that it was. So the neon sign saying "Open" was switched on, and a moment or two was taken to set the landline telephone in the office to automatically direct any incoming calls to her smartphone, which went into a leather fanny pack together with her sets of keys, a packet of Tagrisja Rose cigarettes and the Zippo lighter that had belonged to her father. She also printed a sign saying she was out back, stuck it in a plastic sleeve and tacked it to the regular person-sized door leading into the garage building, which she left sitting half open.
There, that should do it. Walking around the main garage building to the area in the back, Monique calmly hummed a tune to herself and almost languidly swayed her bottlebrush tail back and forth behind her as she opened the door of the old building and flicked the light switch. Several fluorescent tubes along the ceiling plinked into life, an old transistor radio sitting on a workbench directly to the left of the door was switched on and tuned into Past Point Radio, the golden oldies channel which came through a bit static-y but clear enough. Humming along with Gordon Lightfoot's "Carefree Highway", Monique went to work on the mountain of junk filling the building.
Within an hour or two, several wheeled dumpsters had been filled with useless crap and trash, empty bottles, flasks and containers and stuff too broken to salvage; everything tossed into the appropriate dumpsters for plastics, paper and cardboard, rubber, glass and metals, as per the contract Fox Body Garage had with a large recycling company in Easton. On a few pallets that had been moved close to the doors of the old building as well, stacks of plastic storage bins were sitting, labeled with strips of tape that had words scribbled on them in marker - all the things that were usable or salvageable were put in those bins. Bottles and flasks of old fluids, tangles and spools of old wire, small boxes filled with nuts and bolts, fasteners, clips, and screws, old drive belts and boxes of old spark plugs, sets of contact points, distributor caps, spark plug cables, lightbulbs and fuses, and one or two of the bins were already full of frivolous automotive accessories like steering wheel covers, fancy marker lights, hood ornaments and chrome-plated metal badges shaped like naked females in sitting or stretching poses.
It was rather tedious work, to be fair. Cleaning up never had been very glorious and exciting. But gradually, a bit of excitement crept into the chore as the further Monique removed stacks of boxes and crates of random stuff, the more she got the distinct feeling something was hidden under all the junk. The way most of it was stacked seemed to indicate it had been stacked around and on top of something much larger, and that something much larger could almost certainly be nothing else but an old car. Had her cleaning up been a bit random initially, the naked blue-haired vixen gradually got more of a direction; a goal to work towards.
While she was bending over quite deeply to pull forwards an old plastic crate full of filled plastic bags, Monique perked and swiveled her ears at the sound of footfalls and a voice behind her.
"Momo? Are you... oh my."
Turning her head to look across her shoulder, the blue-haired vixen curled her lips into a cheerful grin at the sight of a tall and slender serval woman with sleek fur in two tints of beige spotted with numerous small round dots in an orange-ish brown color rather than black standing in the doorway of the old building and looking straight at her lifted and calmly swaying nude rump and the bits of blue skin that were clearly visible between the white and orange fur.
"Doto, heya! Didn't expect to see you here today!" she smiled.
"That shows," the spotted feline woman nodded. "As if you hadn't been showing off enough in that nudie magazine a few years back already, yeesh."
"It ain't showing off if there ain't no one to see it, honey," Monique chortled. "And I sure weren't expecting anyone to sneak up behind me for a peek at my goodies while I'm doing some much-needed clean-up work around the place."
"Ahuh, sure, so that's why the sign on your door only says you're out back, but it says nothing about you being naked with your butt up in the air, huh?" the spotted feline woman said with a playful smirk.
"No need to advertise that, honey, otherwise a buncha folks that ain't my customers are gonna be running my door down," Monique said with another chortle, giving her bottlebrush tail a playful swish as she got up from her leaned-over position and stretched for a moment. "And come to that, what're you doing here? Did that old jalopy of yours finally give up the ghost?"
"My old jalopy is doing just fine, Momo, thank you," the serval woman said with another playful smirk. "I just dropped by to see how you were doing and if you might need help with anything, because I was bored."
"Well, as a matter of fact, I could use some help with all this," Monique smiled, gesturing at the heap of boxes and crates and bags and random larger items with one paw while patting some dust off her fur with her other paw.
"You're gonna have me clean up the place?" the serval woman smirked with a chortle.
"Hey, you're the one who offered help," Monique grinned. She folded an arm around the feline woman's shoulders and winked. "Besides, it ain't just cleaning up, Doto. It's a treasure hunt! There's something hidden under there, and we're gonna unbury it! Think of the excitement! Something possibly valuable, hidden under a heap of crap for who knows how long, being brought back to the world to see the sunlight for the first time in who knows how many years! We're explorers, Doto honey, and we're about to find a treasure! Don't that sound exciting?"
"You sure know how to dish it up, Momo," the serval woman sniggered. "But sure, why the hell not, it sure beats counting blades of grass in my backyard."
"Atta girl!" Monique chortled. "C'mon, between the two of us, we'll have this done in no time!"
With a cheerful shrug, the spotted feline woman stepped further into the old building to start helping the naked vixen with the work. She was Doto Van Der Vyver, originally hailing from Port Elizabeth in South-Africa but having moved to Minnaluna shortly before her twenty-first birthday. Ending up in the very large city of Bunny Meadows, she had met Monique there and they had become quite close friends, both not feeling in place in the large city. When Monique had managed to return to her home in the small village of Birch Brook, Doto had gone with her and found herself a place to live there as well, feeling much happier in the calm and slow atmosphere of a farming community.
Working in tandem now, the two women made much more progress in removing the stacks of junk and old items as Doto pulled everything out and handed it over to Monique to look through and either toss it in the storage bins or the recycling dumpsters. Gradually, eventually, they moved deeper into the building, and the more boxes and crates they pulled out of the way, the more they revealed what was hidden underneath. Monique's hunch had been correct; it was indeed a car. But it was not a car one would expect to see in a small farming village.
By the time both women had unburied most of the car, they took a few moments to step back, smoke a cigarette, and look at the vehicle with a bit of wonder. The car was a deep blue in color, similar to the color of Monique's hair if just a few tints darker, and it was most definitely very sporty in appearance. Not at all like the regular hatchbacks, sedans and pickup trucks and small vans usually seen around the farms and farming villages. Low-slung, sleek, with pop-up headlights above a strip of narrow daytime running lights and turnsignal lights, an elongated bulge on the left side of the sleek hood, dark glass and a body-colored targa band behind the doors, sitting on aluminium star-patterned rims with low-profile tires, it was much more like a car seen in the city, at meet-ups of car enthusiast clubs.
The spotted feline woman Doto leaned against the workbench and took a deep drag from her cigarette, letting the smoke wave in slow plumes from her nostrils.
"So what's that, an Eclipse?" she said with a questioning look at Monique.
The vixen shook her head and pointed at the strip of narrow lights on the left front corner of the car.
"If it's a Mitsubishi Eclipse, it's a badge-engineered one. Look, it says Plymouth there on the front corner. I was gonna guess a Pontiac Fiero, but it's way different in looks, and Pontiacs don't say no Plymouth on their noses."
"So how're we gonna find out what it actually is?" Doto chortled through another cloud of smoke drawn from her cigarette. "Without trying to squeeze ourselves around it to look at the back and running the risk of all that other stuff back there avalanching down on us, that is?"
Monique gave a cheerful shrug of her shoulders.
"There's a chance we're lucky, honey. Let's have a lookieloo, shall we?" She pushed herself off from the workbench she was leaning against and stepped over to the still half-buried car, feeling at the recessed handle of the passenger door. A bit of pulling and tugging had the door opening slowly. "Well, there we go, that's the first bit of luck, it's unlocked and the door opens. Now let's see here..."
Doto shook her head with a cheerful snigger when Monique bent over deeply into the sporty-looking car through the opened passenger door, again sticking her bare rump up into the air and swishing her bottlebrush tail back and forth which provided several generous if momentary views of the bits of blue skin nestled in the white and orange fur.
"Wouldya stop waving that blue waffle of yours in my face, you silly fox?"
"As if you're not enjoying the view, I can see you licking your lips from here," Monique replied with a cheery laugh from half inside the car. She teasingly shifted her feet to spread her legs apart a bit and give even more generous views with the swishing of her bushy tail while she opened the glove compartment of the sleek car and rummaged around in it before eventually rising back up into a standing position with a small booklet in her paw which she held up triumphantly. "Tah-dah! There we go, that's the second bit of luck; gots me the owner's manual right here."
"Yeeeah, you really needed to wave your crotch in my face to get that," Doto said with a playful smirk while she stubbed out the butt of her cigarette on the edge of the workbench. "Well, go on then; what the hell kinda car are we looking at here?"
Monique laughed softly as she stepped back over to the workbench and leaned against it, playfully wrapping her bushy tail around the spotted feline's waist and making pistol fingers at her with her left paw while holding up the booklet in her right.
"Pew pew! It's a Laser! See? It says right here; owner's manual, nineteen ninety-one Plymouth Laser, Laser RS and Laser RS Turbo."
"Well, congratulations," Doto sniggered. "That's as obscure as it gets, I sure never heard of those."
"Congratulations to you as well, honey," Monique chortled as she started flipping through the owner's manual. "Check this out; this one right here is an RS Turbo model, and it has a two-liter double overhead cam, sixteen-valve inline four engine with a turbo in it, and guess where that came from? It's the Mitsubishi four-G-sixty-three-T inline four. So we was both right; it's basically a badge-engineered Mitsubishi Eclipse."
"I'm thrilled beyond words," Doto said dryly. "So now what?"
Monique pulled her phone from the leather fanny pack to check it and chortled again.
"Now we're gonna close up this building, put the dumpsters back in their place and close up shop, because it's almost ten to six. And we'll have a nice sit-down together to relax and have a drink, because we deserve that. I mean, heck, we found a Laser!"
"Hooray," Doto said just as dryly as before.
Nevertheless, a smile was on her face as she helped Monique clean up the last few boxes they had pulled forwards so they could close the door to the building. The recycling dumpsters were rolled back into their spots on the side of the main garage building, the pallet full of plastic storage bins was picked up with a forklift and moved into the main garage building, and the doors were closed while the neon sign saying "Open" was switched off. Sitting together in the office to have a cool drink, the spotted serval woman couldn't help teasing the blue-haired vixen as Monique leafed through the owner's manual of the car they had unburied and kept making excited remarks about features that were described in the manual.
Of course there was nothing really super special about the chore of cleaning up and finding a car buried beneath all the boxes and crates of junk - especially not as it was a building behind a garage they had been cleaning up. But Monique was still quite enthused about it, and even purposely teased her feline friend by being extra exuberant about it. Because hey! They had found a Laser!
